Cleanin' Up The Hood

(Savanah)Vee

The aroma of crispy bacon and a whiff of cinnamon toast triggered Savannah awake.

"Where in the fuck am I," she yawned stretching her arms looking about the room. She recognized it as one of her father's houses.

It was the one on Grove Street where CJ was raised and lived for a while when he first came back from Liberty City.

It was also the one she temporarily resided in before moving to Liberty. The room she woke up in was one of the guest rooms.

She tossed her head a bit on the pillow. She hit her head against her cell phone that by the looks of it was dead. "Shit, that's just great," Savannah, complained, "I don't even know where my fucking charger is."

Her mind wandered back to the events of last night and she began to wonder about CJ.

Probably him downstairs cooking. She concluded as she bounded downstairs toward the aroma coming from the kitchen. It was empty but there was a neat pile of golden crispy bacon, fluffy, yellow scrambled eggs, and French sticks but no CJ.

Savannah shrugged and took a few pieces of bacon assuming that she probably missed him going out the door.

She sashayed back up the stairs towards her former room across the hall from the guest room to look for some fresh clothes to change into. Savannah thrust opened the door and was a bit taken back to see that she hardly recognized her former room. It now had the appearance of male's room with NWA posters scattered on the wall and males clothes carelessly thrown on the bed and chair of the desk. The walls were now a darker shade of blue. Savannah stepped over to the dresser to inspect a picture frame. It was of Zay standing next to an older pretty African American woman with short-cropped hair and an older graying Hispanic man. They looked to be his parents.

"Of course," Savannah grimaced looking around disdainfully at her former room. "He probably burned my shit to make room for his shit,'' she quipped pulling out a royal purple polo t-shirt for emphasizing. Savannah threw the shirt on the bed and continued to dig through Zay's drawer until she found an unopened pair of plaid boxers. She tore them open and took a green and plaid pair out.

If he wants to move my shit, then surely he won't mind me "borrowing" some of his. Savannah thought haughtily to herself as she snatched up the purple polo shirt from the bed. She made her way to the bathroom to shower.